Yep...it's true, and I've never felt more self-loathing while cramming breadsticks down my gullet.

I used to travel to NYC all the time for work and have eaten at some amazing restaurants there.

But on this trip I was crunched for time, was staying at a hotel across the street, it was raining, and I'd had a particularly bad day with clients so I figured why not make it a REALLY bad day and eat some crappy OG? Mission accomplished.